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Angela

from Portraits by ellen cherry

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Got a thistle in my cap and a bullet in my gut
Just so you can see what I’m made of
Lips and bones and knees and elbows
Teeth I’ve barely cut
Thank god I’ve got these hips like my mothers

I press them down in my saddle and I ride
I steel against my own self, I ride high

Spent the summer getting dusty
The sun peeled away my sadness
I pushed on like the weather
Work made leather of my vision
And callused up my fingers
I linger for worse, I’d hoped for better

So I press down in my saddle and I ride
I heal with my own health, I ride high

Dress me up, I don’t mind, I can be a paper doll for you
But watch the wind, it can blind you, and that’s my cue

My food, it isn’t free, I watch tv and read the magazines
I see all that I’m supposed to be

I press them down in my saddle and I ride
I steel against my own self, I ride high

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from Portraits, released September 17, 2016

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ellen cherry Baltimore, Maryland

I am song & story Alchemist and I want to meet you at the intersection of creativity and recovery. While on tour in Texas, I was struck by an intoxicated driver which resulted in a violent wreck. Through my music and multi-media performances, I explore the pain and joy of recovering one’s body and spirit after extreme trauma. ... more

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